Lyrics:
along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?"
Oh, I'm fine"
"My name is Mos"
"I'm Sharice"
"I heard so much good about you, it's nice
along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?"
Oh, I'm fine"
"My name is Mos"
"I'm Sharice"
"I heard so much good about you, it's nice
Counting it up
Looking staring at dey faces it You mad or what Mad or What
On da road outta town we been Running it up Running it up
Heard em talking what
ignorant to ignorance
Deliver the deliverance
The pills are never limitless
Red and blue for the difference
Red and blue for the criminals
Deading you for
goal
Did you lose your will to try because you started last
Did you know that you can grow, by learning from the past
But what if a blue shell comes, but
really strong, really had to break into it
Heard some noise from upstairs, know I wasn't home alone
Seen a nigga in my home, with a knife in hand
Crept
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
Rapped since day, freestyles have you heard of it
Tracks since days when no one even heard the kid
When I do my ting yh they claim like they supported it
blue and grey
'Cause I represent like every day
Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
When I can tell you all the homies that done get
or take the rest of our treasure
One nation under ground nothin' less than forever
No you can't keep us down or take the rest of our treasure
One nation
the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Dripping in Gucci
Dripping designer
She know she a rider
Take care her daughter
Didn’t have a father
But hold up she put that behind her
She run up
nude,
Spread mayonaise
And kaopectate all over your body and take you down to Hollywood Boulevard and we can,
We can walk down the streets by the stars
Her heart in tune to the big guitar
And the song of the gypsies singing
That song of the Gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your house and home?
Have you
to immerse in
You're gonna have to reimburse, reverse, my friend
And then do it beyond the ionic sphere
Is where I take you and your peers now here's a new
that's ambition
For you to perpetrate the role of me, the Big Daddy
The Big Father, nah, don't even bother
'Cause that would mean you would have
first, realest shit I heard ever before
You got money for war, but never the hungry and poor
But that why they burning your store
Here's a message
this chest
So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag
A crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 Mag
So watch out cause I'ma get you too
Another Slob bites the dust, fool!
don't ever pretend
And live every single day like you won't see it again
So take my name
Remember this face
Keep the change and have a nice day
and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no
blind to see it baby
And you was out here doing
The same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car?
And did you let him,
what you people say
Care what you, care what you, care what you
Remix
Verse 1
Baby Blue:
What do we have here
S.A.S., Sway, Bigz, Pyrelli, and Sincere
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